Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 320

Something about this – about Daniel coming at Ivan when he is too scared to tell his daddy that he doesn’t like his process really gets under my skin. “What,” I say, crossing my arms and glaring at him. “Ivan’s as much of a boss as Kent is. And now suddenly he’s full of shit, just because he’s your rival? My intel is good, Daniel. We need to know what’s going on – I’m not just going to sit alone in my room while my life is at stake, hoping that everything is going to be okay!”

“Well!” Daniel says, spreading his hands out like there’s nothing he can do. “I, for one, am going to have faith in my dad! And trust that he’ll handle it, as he’s asked me to, and as he’s always done!”

“Cool!” I say, sarcasm obvious in my harsh tones. “Then I guess you can go and do that! Alone! In your own room tonight!”

“Great,” Daniel says nastily, leaning close to my face now. “Not like I’m not alone every night in your room anyway,” he whispers, bringing his face close to mine so I can hear him, apparently so used to this life that he whispers his secrets even when he’s pissed as hell and we’re alone in a big room.

I press my lips shut though, angry and a little cowed by his words. Because he’s right. My threat doesn’t have much substance to it, does it?

Chapter 320

2/4

Seeing that I have nothing else to say, Daniel turns on his heel with a big sigh and stalks towards the kitchen door, leaving me

alone.

And as the kitchen empties, the last thing I want is to follow after him like a lost little duckling.

then, as I stand alone

a little creeped

space – I realize that I also very much do

looking for a solution, my eyes falling on the door

I go out there, and Natalia will use the opportunity to

dead crab.

–

a table, where before

what

later, I’m settled in the leather armchair that Fiona

Chapter 320

3/4

from the bottle in the fridge sitting on the table next to me.

Hell no.

go through a whole pile of dusty albums until I came across this one almost a flipbook, really, in its simplicity – just plastic sleeves holding maybe twenty–five photographs? But even one

staring down at it, not…not really sure if

is Lenai’s

name written on the front in her own, looping handwriting, my heart starting to beat a little bit faster. Because Natalia – honestly, Natalia I think I can handle. I didn’t like seeing her throw herself

But this…

Lenai’s memories.